AN: Okay just something I was fooling with. Let me know if I should continue.

Blair was driving towards home. He had had a late night at the university. It was around midnight or so, so there weren't many cars on the road. He yawned and rubbed his left eye. All he was thinking about was getting home and getting to bed.

Suddenly out of no where a young woman ran in front of his car.

"WHOA!" Blair yelled as he swerved his car.

Luckily there was no one else on the road so he didn't hit anything when he went into the opposite lane. He stopped the car and jumped out.

"Are you okay?" He asked the woman walking over to her.

She was young. Probably in her early twenties. She had long, raven black hair that was pulled back in a ponytail. She was wearing a pair of jeans, a black shirt and jean jacket. Her blue eyes were wide and frantic.

"You're bleeding," He exclaimed seeing blood trickling down the side of her face.

"Please, you've got to help me!" She said fearfully. "He's after me!"

"Hold on a second," Blair said. "Who's after you?"

As soon as he finished the question two men turned the corner and fired a shot at them. Blair and the woman both ducked and luckily the man missed.

"Nevermind," Blair said. "I'll ask later. Get in the car!"

The two of them raced to the car and Blair took off. Once they were a few blocks away he looked over at the woman who was sitting next to him.

"Who were those guys?"

"You can drop me off here," She said ignoring his question.

"What?" Blair said. "No way. You need to go to a hospital."

"NO! No hospitals, no police. Just drop me off. I'll be fine."

"Look at least come back to my place so you can clean up. Then if you want to leave, you can."

The woman looked over at him with leery eyes.

"You don't have to do that. I'll be fine."

"Yeah, sure you will," Blair said still going towards the loft. "I'm Blair Sandburg by the way."

The woman looked out the window.

"Telling me your name won't hurt."

She glanced over at him. "Savannah."

Blair pulled up to the loft and they got out.

"Look, I really shouldn't be bothering you," She said as she got out of the car.

"It's not a bother," Blair said walking over to her.

He went to take her arm, but she pulled away.

"Take it easy," Sandburg said. "I'm not going to hurt you."

"Look just leave me alone," She said as she started to walk away.

"Savannah come on," Blair said.

She stopped but she didn't turn around.

"Savannah," He said as he walked over to her.

He walked around her to see that her face was ghostly pale.

"Hey are you all right?"

Her knees buckled and Blair caught her as she fell.


Just then Jim came out of the house.

"Chief, what's going on?"

"Jim, man come over here and help me."

The Sentinel ran down the stairs and scooped Savannah out of Blairs arms.

"What the hell happened?" He asked as they walked up the stairs and into the loft.

"I don't know she just ran in front of my car. Some guys were chasing her, but she wouldn't tell me why."

Jim laid her on the couch. "Why didn't you take her to the hospital?"

"She's wouldn't go. She said no hospitals and no cops."

Jim looked at him. "So you brought her here?"

"Where else was I supposed to take her?"

Jim sighed. "Look go get some warm water and clean cloths."

"You got it," Blair said walking away.

Jim turned his attention back to Savannah who was moaning. Her eyes fluttered and finally opened.

"Who are you?" She whispered.

"Jim Ellison," He told her.

She started to sit up, but he gently pushed her back down.

"Take it easy. You've got a pretty nasty gash on your head."

Blair came back over and handed Jim the washcloths and water. Jim wet one of them and brought it towards her face. She flinched and pushed herself back into the couch.

"Just relax. I'm not going to hurt you."

She remained tense as he started cleaning the blood off her face.

"Savannah, you want to tell me what happened back there?" Jim asked. "Why were those guys after you?"

"They thought I was cute," She replied sarcastically.

"I'm sure," Jim said. "That doesn't explain why you don't want to go to the cops or to the hospital."

"Look it's not your concern." She said pushing his hand away. Savannah sat up and swung her legs off the couch.

"Actually it is," Jim told her putting a hand on her shoulder.

Jim listened and heard her heart beat speed up.

"What are you going to do to me?" She asked nervously.

"Calm down," The Sentinel said. "I'm not going to hurt you. I want to help you but you have to tell me what's going on."

She glared up at him. "What's in it for you?"

Jim pulled his shield and showed it to her. "Nothings in it for me."

Her eyes widened as she looked from the shield to Jim. Then her gaze switched to Sandburg.

"I told you no cops," She seethed as she bolted for the door.

Jim caught her around the waist and pulled her back to the couch. "Calm down."

She cried out as she her back made contact to Jims chest. Sentinel and Guide exchanged a glance.

"Look, Savannah, Jims a good friend of mine. He just wants to help."

She looked up at him with tear filled eyes. "If they find out that I'm here with a cop, I'm dead."

"Yeah well it looks like to me your dead either way, so why don't you just tell us what's going on."

Sandburg kneeled in front of her. "Look I said I'd help you and I meant it. We'll protect you from who ever's trying to hurt you."

The first tear slid down her cheek as she shook her head. "You can't protect me from these men." She sniffled. "Please let go of me."

Jim did as she asked. Savannah scooted back towards the corner of the couch and drew her legs to her chest.

"You don't understand."

"Then explain it to us."

She looked over at Jim as more tears slid down her face. She shook her head and instantly regretted it as a pain shot through her head.

"Are you all right?" Blair asked. She nodded.

"Chief why don't you make her some of that herbal tea of yours," Jim said. "It'll probably make her feel better."

Sandburg nodded. "No problem." He stood up and walked into the kitchen.

Jim turned and looked at the young woman sitting in front of him. With her arms wrapped around her knees like that she looked very young and very vulnerable. Which made Jim think of his next question.

"Savannah how old are you?"



"Twenty three." She responded.

Jim raised an eyebrow. "Are you sure?"

"I think I know how old I am."

"You don't look twenty three."

She shrugged. "What can I say?"

"You can say what's going on," Jim told her.

"Can I use your bathroom?" She asked, ignoring his statement.

The Sentinel nodded. "It's right over there."

She got up slowly and stood there for a minute. She wanted to make sure she had her bearing. Once the dizziness passed she walked to the bathroom, shutting the door behind her.

Blair came back from the kitchen. He set the tea on the table and sat in the chair.

"Where's Savannah?"

"In the bathroom."

"So what do you think?"

Jim shrugged. "I think she's scared."

"Well that much is obvious. What should we do?"

"I don't know what we can do Chief. If she doesn't talk to us we can't help her."

Savannah took that moment to walk out of the bathroom. She walked back over to the couch, but didn't sit down. She stood there with her arms wrapped around herself.

"Look I really shouldn't be here. You guys have been a great help and all, but I'm gonna get out of here."

She started walking towards the door.

"Where are you going to go?" Jim asked.

She stopped, but didn't turn around. Jim stood up and walked over behind her.

"If these guys are as bad as you say they are what's going to stop them from finding you?"

Savannah turned to face him. "Look I'm scared all right. I know they're going to kill me, but I'm going to make it as hard for them as I can. I don't want two more deaths on my conscience besides me own all right?"

"No, it's not all right. You don't have to die. We can help, but you have to talk to us."

She looked away and sighed.

"What do you say?" Jim asked. "Let us help you?"

She looked back at him and nodded.